Mouth of an Artist-Nude Studies 4 (UC, Z/L, ADULT) COMPLETE

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TITLE: Mouth of an Artist

AUTHOR: Roswell Oracle

RATING: ADULT for language and sexual situations

CATEGORY: U/C L/Z – Liz’s POV - AU - no aliens
(No Max bashing in this fic so don't worry. Max doesn't exist in this universe.)

REPOSTING: Please ask permission before reposting. I like to know where my story is going to live.

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DISCLAIMER: Roswell, the characters and the story, are owned by Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and Fox Studios (although the way they have abused them I don't think they deserve them) and are used here purely for entertainment purposes.

Any additional characters or situations not mentioned in the show are the creation of my dementia.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Thanks to everyone who has helped and is continuing to help with this fic. Ellie, Earth2Mother, Erina, Veronica, Smac, & hazz. Thanks guys.

SUMMARY:
Zan Smut! This is the fourth story in the ‘Artist’ series.

It’s not necessary to read the others first but this one will make more sense if you do. Here are links to the other three.
Hands of an Artist - Nude Studies #1
Body of an Artist - Nude Studies #2
Eyes of an Artist - Nude Studies #3


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Part 1


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(New York City)

It’s been almost three months since I moved in with Zan, and they have been three of the best months of my life.

Not that my life was bad before. I was a happy college freshman, a little lonely because I was in a new city but basically everything was good. I knew that friends, even a boyfriend would come in time and I was mainly concentrating on school.

Of course I’m only nineteen, but Zan is twenty-six. He has told me that he knew something was missing from his life. Once he explained it to me as an empty place inside. He’s had other relationships but he’s never been in love. And when he saw me for the first time he knew immediately that I was who he had been looking for. For him it was love at first sight.

I have to admit that it took me a little longer to fall in love with him. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, I certainly wasn’t looking for love, but what I found with Zan is everything I’ve ever wanted, and more than I’ve ever imagined existed.

We are totally different people from different worlds. Zan grew up in New York, a tough street kid, a bad boy. He wears his hair in spikes, he has tattoos and facial piercings. I on the other hand am a small town good girl, a straight ‘A’ student. But we love each other just the way we are and neither of us wants the other to change.

Not everything is perfect of course, but Zan is my best friend and my lover. I love spending time with him, doing everything and nothing. We want each other often and our sex life is fiery, passionate.

In the last three months I have become a lot more comfortable with my sexuality. With Zan I’ve gone from a shy virgin to a sexual woman able to articulate my wants and desires. I still get embarrassed and shy sometimes but Zan is so comfortable with his sexuality and he is so patient and loving he always puts me at ease.

I never thought that much about sex until I was with Zan, but from the first time I saw him I knew I wanted him. Everything about him is sexy to me, his body, his mind, his voice, his arrogant confidence and how much he wants me. And it seems like no matter how much we are together I always want more of him.

Sex with Zan falls into two categories, making love and fucking. The two are totally different experiences but both are incredible. He makes love slow and thorough, worshiping every part of my body with his hands and mouth. He fucks hard and fast, taking my breath away. But no matter what form the sex takes Zan always makes me feel safe and loved.

This morning I awoke to the amazing feeling of Zan’s tongue brushing over my lower lips and clit. “Zan,” I moaned.

He kissed my thigh and lightly trailed his fingers through my folds. “Angel you looked so sexy I couldn’t wait for you to wake up.”

I smiled at him. “What a wonderful way to wake up.”

He smiled. I thought we would make love now that I was awake. We do have sex most mornings, but Zan had other ideas and kissed his way back down my thigh.

Zan loves going down on me, and for him oral sex isn’t just foreplay it can be the main course. He gets almost as much pleasure as I do. He is incredibly talented and patient, using his tongue, lips, teeth and fingers to slowly bring me to orgasm after orgasm.

He swirled his tongue around my clit and I felt a rush of liquid between my lower lips. “Mmmm,” he purred against my delicate flesh, a low sexy sound coming from deep in his throat. Taking a long lick his tongue dipped deep between my folds, lapping the smoky juices. “Baby I love how you respond to me.”

Again Zan’s tongue stroked my clit, and an electric sensation rushed through me making my body jerk.

“Yeah angel I know what you like,” Zan growled arrogantly. He brushed over my clit again and again and soon I was moaning and writhing beneath him. Then he moved lower and gently parted my folds with his tongue skimming over my heated core.

I arched into him, silently begging him to touch me.

“You like that too baby,” he said, his hot breath brushing against my sensitive skin.

“Yes Zan,” I gasped.

Again his tongue slid through my lower lips and circled the edge of my throbbing slit, his soft touches driving me wild.

He licked slowly through my folds again and again, carefully avoiding my core. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. I was on the edge of orgasm and my breath was coming in pants.

Briefly Zan dipped his tongue inside me and I thought he would finally give me release, but he started over again. With a feather’s touch his tongue traced the outer edge of my lower lips making my whole body shudder. Then he grazed my clit with his chin stud causing me to arch up into him. I was so aroused that each of his touches was like a live wire against my skin.

Then his fingers were against my clit rubbing it quickly in circles. My whole body tightened and my eyes squeezed shut, my orgasm coming. I felt my inner walls start to pulse and suddenly Zan thrust his hard cock into me.

I cried out with the pleasure of having him inside and climaxed instantly. “Zan!”

He surged into me twice and growled his own release. Breathing hard Zan pressed his forehead between my breasts and placed a kiss on my skin.

I threaded my fingers into his hair. “Definitely a nice way to wake up.”

Zan licked my breast as he looked up to meet my eyes. A cocky smile raised one corner of his mouth. “Well baby,” he growled, withdrawing from me a little and then surging back in, “maybe next time I should just slide inside and fuck you awake.”

I gasped in surprise and Zan’s smile widened.

Did I mention that Zan is also a master of dirty talk? He always seems to know exactly what to say and when to say it. And he is completely uninhibited. He speaks viscerally, expressing exactly what he thinks and feels without censure. Just a few of his rasped words can make me instantly wet, and during sex his dirty talk drives me wild. Sometimes he says things he knows will shock me and it turns me on so much I can’t stop thinking about it.

But today as I sat in class there were other things running through my head. The last week or so Zan hasn’t been himself. He has often seemed distant, distracted. For the first couple of days I didn’t think that much about it, but when it continued I started to wonder what was going on.

My first reaction was that maybe Zan had met someone else, but I discounted that almost immediately. Zan would never cheat on me. He was too honorable to do that.

My next thought was that Zan was getting tired of me. We had been together for three months, which was a long time for some people. And even though I thought our relationship was perfect, maybe Zan was ready to move on. Maybe he was getting bored.

Zan is a gorgeous, sexy man, and woman are always throwing themselves at him. I am basically just a boring, good girl. Maybe Zan craved more excitement and adventure than I knew how to give him. Maybe he was getting tired of being with me.

But that didn’t really make sense either. If Zan was getting tired of me, would he still want me? If he was getting tired of me, wouldn’t our lovemaking be less frequent? But if anything he had been more passionate lately, taking me several times every day.

So I asked Zan about it a couple of days ago. I asked him if something was wrong, if I could help him with anything, but he assured me everything was fine. And then to prove it he made slow, sweet love to me.

But he still seemed distracted the next day so I asked him again; and again he said nothing was wrong. Then he kissed me so passionately and coaxed me into bed.

As I thought back I realized that every time I had asked him, he had seduced me. And now I wondered if he was making love to me to distract me.

And believe me, making love to Zan is distracting.

He uses his whole body; his hands, his mind, his mouth. And oh the things he can do with his mouth! Kiss and nip and suck and caress with his lips, tongue and teeth, seduce with the tone of his voice, the noises he makes, the expressive curve of his lips, his dirty talk.

I tried to pay attention in my class but I couldn’t stop thinking about Zan’s mouth on me. The memory of our morning activities ran through my mind over and over; tempting me, arousing me.

I could feel my nipples hardening, my lower lips dampening. My heart rate and breathing increased and my mouth was dry. I wanted Zan so much that I could barely think. I shifted in my seat again and again trying to get comfortable, but I realized that I was only causing my panties to brush against my wet folds arousing me more.

My class seemed to last forever but finally it was over and I hurried home hoping Zan was there so we could continue what we had started.

Zan mainly works from our loft. He is a successful artist, but his favorite thing to draw by far is the two of us having sex. He has filled a sketchbook with drawings of us making love in many positions and places; some are things we have done and some are things he wants to do. Sometimes Zan or I will choose a drawing in the sketchbook and leave it open on the table for the other to see, indicating that is how we want to make love that night.

But I didn’t need to look at the sketchbook today. I had been fantasizing about what I wanted all day long.

I rushed into the loft but quickly saw that it was empty and I sagged in disappointment. Zan wasn’t always there when I got home from class, but I saw his absence today as more proof of his strange behavior.

There was a note on his worktable saying that he would be home around four o’clock, and I groaned. That was more than two hours from now. I would go insane with sexual need before he got home.

I took a deep breath, I would simply have to wait.

I thought that a shower might ease my body’s arousal, so I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the spray. The water washed over my hot skin and for a minute I thought it was working, but then I remembered all the times that Zan and I had made love in the shower.

I could almost feel his hard body pressed against mine, our skin sliding sensually together, his hands roaming over every inch of me. Zan would soap his hands and brush them over my breasts, down my stomach and hips to my clit, stroking me until my knees were ready to give out.

I closed my eyes and my hands followed the same path down my body. I imagined it was Zan’s hands slowly sliding over my breasts and down my stomach before dipping between my legs. I brushed over my clit using the same pressure that Zan always used and a surge of electricity shot through me.

Maybe there was an alternative to waiting for Zan.

I turned off the shower and quickly dried myself off before returning to the bedroom. I had never tried touching myself before.

I got onto the bed naked, laying on my back and closed my eyes as I started to run my hands over my body. I imagined it was Zan’s fingers stroking my nipples, and Zan’s hand moving down lower across my stomach.

I spread my legs as Zan’s hand moved even lower and then brushed over my clit. A small groan escaped my lips and Zan stroked me again. His fingers gently traced over my lower lips and I felt a rush of liquid. He dipped his fingers in the moisture and slicked it on my clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

My breath came faster as his fingers left my clit and returned to my wet folds. He brushed through them again and again, parting me a little more with each stroke. Briefly he pushed one finger inside me and then he returned to my clit.

He stroked it in faster circles this time and my body arched up, wanting, needing more.

As he continued to play with my clit his other hand wandered lower and he plunged two fingers into me. He withdrew his fingers and pumped them back inside, matching the rhythm of his strokes on my sensitive nub.

I spread my legs even farther to give him as much access as possible and he rewarded me with a quicker pace. I was approaching orgasm and I couldn’t stop myself crying out, “Zan!”

Suddenly there was a noise in the room and my eyes snapped open. I gasped when I saw Zan standing just inside the door.

His eyes were open wide and he was obviously surprised, no he was shocked by what he was seeing.

My face flamed red and I slowly started to withdraw my hands and close my legs.

Zan surged forward. “No baby, don’t be embarrassed.”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. I was so embarrassed but I felt the need to explain. “I - I’ve never…,” I stammered. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about this morning. I wanted you so much and you weren’t here.”

I risked a look at him and saw a wide smile on his face.

He pulled his shirt over his head as he took a step nearer the bed. “You wanted me that much?” he asked with a growl.

I nodded silently as my eyes roamed over his chest.

He kicked off his shoes and took another step closer. “You couldn’t wait one more minute to have me?”

I shook my head, my breath coming in quick pants.

Zan’s hands went to the fastening on his jeans and with a single motion he pushed them and his underwear down his muscular legs. He stepped out of his pooled clothes and closer to the bed. “Well I’m right here angel,” he purred.

His cock was rigid with arousal as he climbed onto the bed. He really wasn’t horrified by what he had seen me doing. I looked up into his eyes and saw no displeasure or censure. He smiled. “You can have your way with me.”

But I was still embarrassed and shook my head. “Zan…”

He moved over me and cut me off with his finger to my lips, holding my eyes as he spoke. “You don’t ever need to be embarrassed or ashamed with me Liz.” He stroked my face gently. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, you touching yourself while you were thinking about me.”

“Really?” I asked apprehensively.

“Really baby.” He smiled as he nodded. “When I walked in and saw you I was so surprised that my knees almost gave out, but it was so sexy I couldn’t take my eyes off you. More than anything I wanted to see you bring yourself, and I held my breath because I was afraid that you would stop. And then you said my name and I thought I was going to cum.”

“Zan,” I breathed.

He smiled wider. “Just like that angel.” He kissed my forehead, and then my nose, and then my lips, but he only lingered for a moment before pulling back to meet my eyes again.

He placed his hand on top of mine, interlacing our fingers and brought them up to his mouth. He took each of my fingers inside and sucked them thoroughly, swirling his tongue around them. Then he put both our hands on my stomach and slowly moved them lower.

“Show me baby,” he growled, still holding my eyes. “Show me how you want me to touch you.”

My eyes widened as I realized what he was asking. “I…” I started with a gasp, but he moved our entwined fingers so they grazed over my aroused clit, and I moaned with pleasure.

“That’s it angel,” Zan soothed. He moved our fingers over my clit again and my body jerked in reaction. “Show me,” he whispered.

I took over moving our hands and tentatively brushed his index finger over my sensitive nub and then back again, slowly building a rhythm. Electricity shot through me and I gasped with the sensation.

Zan’s smile widened. “Is that what you like?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Show me what else you like,” he whispered.

I moved our hands lower, gently brushing over my slick folds. With each back and forth motion I slid our fingers a little deeper until we reached my core. I slowly pushed both of our index fingers inside and my body arched with pleasure.

“Mmmmm,” Zan growled, “I know you like that.”

“Yes Zan,” I moaned.

Zan took over, gently pushing our fingers even farther inside. He pressed my finger against the wall of my passage. “That’s your G-spot baby,” he said as he started stroking my finger over it.

Electric sensations raced through me and my whole body shuddered. Zan increased the pace brushing our fingers over the super-sensitive spot inside me again and again. My breath came faster and I felt my climax quickly approaching.

“Oh baby you’re so close,” Zan groaned. He kissed my breast, brushing his tongue over my nipple.

I felt my core start to flutter around our fingers. “Zan,” I gasped. “Oh Zan!”

He used his thumb to brush over my clit and I came instantly.

Zan placed wet, open-mouth kisses over my chest as I rode out the orgasm and started to calm. Then he withdrew our fingers from my core and put them both into his mouth, drawing them out clean.

His eyes burned with desire as he held mine. “The next time you touch yourself you’ll be able to feel me here with you,” he whispered harshly. “You’ll feel my hand on yours, touching you, making you cum.”

I smiled. “You are always with me, and you always make me come.”

Zan smiled and kissed my breast again. “And I’m going to make you cum again,” he moved lower, kissing my stomach. “Right now.”

He trailed his tongue down my stomach and looked up meeting my eyes. “So you couldn’t stop thinking about this morning, baby?”

“No,” I said. “I couldn’t pay attention in class because I was thinking about it so much.”

“What exactly were you thinking about?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Your mouth on me,” I said softly.

He kissed my thigh. “My mouth on you where?”

I blushed, but held his eyes. “My clit,” I whispered.

Zan smiled against my thigh and slowly placed kisses down my leg. I held my breath as he approached my clit. I had been imagining his mouth on me for hours and I was almost wild with desire.

He kissed the hollow of my thigh and I gasped with anticipation. I felt his hot breath on me a moment before he touched me.

Finally his mouth was where I was so desperate to have it. He sucked my clit into his mouth, brushing it with his tongue several times, before withdrawing a few inches.

“Is that what you were thinking about baby?” he asked with a growl.

“Yes,” I gasped.

He lowered his mouth directly to my clit and laved it with attention; stroking with his tongue, grazing with his teeth, nibbling with his lips. Each of his touches sent electricity through me and I felt moisture pooling in my core.

Zan eased my legs farther apart and I almost sighed with relief because I knew it meant he was moving lower. I gasped as he left my clit, and when he placed a kiss squarely on my hot core I arched into him. Flattening his tongue he took a long lick from my core up to my clit and I moaned with pleasure.

“Did you think about this too angel?” he purred.

“Oh yes,” I panted, barely able to catch my breath. “More Zan, please more.”

He smiled. “Whatever you want baby.”

This time he didn’t tease. He went directly to my aching core and dipped his tongue inside, lapping up the moisture he had caused.

“Mmmmmm” he purred against my skin. But he didn’t stop.

He swirled his tongue through my folds, tasting every inch, before plunging back deep inside. Again and again he repeated the process sucking and nipping at my lower lips and then thrusting his tongue into me.

I writhed beneath him, and my hands fisted his hair, begging him silently not to stop. I was so close to release I thought I would go insane. “Zan,” I gasped.

And he must have heard the plea in my tone because suddenly he returned to my throbbing slit and plunged his tongue inside. He thrust into me repeatedly, setting a quick rhythm, fucking me with his tongue.

The incredible pleasure made me cry out, and my whole body stiffened as I came.

As the orgasm continued to wash through me, Zan kissed his way back up my body. He started with my fluttering core, and moved up to my clit. He kissed my stomach, and paused to swirl his tongue around the tip of each breast before kissing my chest. His tongue trailed up my throat and when he reached my lips he kissed me hard as he pushed his rigid cock into me.

Zan continued the kiss as he started to slowly move inside me. His tongue dueled with mine as he devoured my mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing our entire bodies together so that every inch of us slid against each other. And I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside.

He groaned into my mouth and increased the pace, withdrawing almost all the way before plunging back inside. We ate at each others’ mouths as he stroked into me again and again. I could feel every inch of his thick cock as he slid in and out and it only took a few moments before I was on the edge.

I reluctantly broke the kiss, gasping for air, and Zan moved back down to my breast. He pulled the tip into his mouth, flicking my hardened nub with his tongue as he stroked into me even faster. I arched up meeting each of his thrusts, my climax quickly approaching.

“Oh Liz,” Zan purred, “you feel so good. So fucking good.”

I was beyond speech but I grabbed his ass urging him to an even greater speed. He pounded into me fast and hard and with only a few more thrusts he sent me flying over the edge.

Zan followed as my core clenched rhythmically around his cock. He cried out harshly and buried his face between my breasts, his hips jerking against me a few more times before he stilled. For long moments we remained wrapped around one another, simply savoring the closeness.

Zan was the first to move, placing soft kisses on my chest. “I love you so much baby,” he said softly.

We had dinner and then made love again, slow and thorough. Zan held me so close to him all night, like he was afraid that I would slip away. And I basked in his love, sure that I had been wrong about everything.


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TBC

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Part 2


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The next morning everything seemed back to normal.

I awoke wrapped in Zan’s strong arms. We were both still naked from last night’s lovemaking and the warm line of his body pressed the length of mine. My head rested against his beautiful chest and with my eyes I followed the outline of his muscles up to his neck. There was a dark growth of overnight beard on his throat and I knew it would be rough to the touch. The scent of his skin invaded my senses, making my whole body shiver with desire.

He is so sexy that I couldn’t resist and I leaned in placing a soft open-mouth kiss on his throat. But it wasn’t enough, and only made me hungry for more. I wanted to touch and taste every inch of him. I kissed him again, letting my tongue trail across his skin.

It always surprised me how soft his skin was and I felt the need to touch him again and again just to see if it was the same as I remembered.

I moved higher, brushing my lips over his prickly beard, before returning to the smooth hollow of his neck. So slowly I trailed my lips across his silky throat, savoring the difference in texture. I breathed in deeply, getting lost in his heady scent. Gently I closed my teeth around the defined muscle in his neck sucking his skin into my mouth and laving it with my tongue.

I was so caught up in my task that for a moment I didn’t notice he was awake.

He groaned with pleasure as he cupped my head. “Mmmmmm baby, you’re going to kill me.”

He kissed me hard and long, devouring my mouth. His tongue slid into my mouth and I welcomed him with flick of my own tongue. He stroked inside, tasting, teasing and we only broke apart when air was becoming an issue.

Zan smiled crookedly. “But everybody’s gotta go sometime.”

I smiled and we both started laughing.

Zan’s hands moved across my ribs and stomach tickling me. I squirmed trying to get away but he threw his leg over me easily holding me in place.

I laughed until I could barely breathe, begging him to stop, and then Zan’s touch suddenly changed. The playful skitter of his fingers across my skin turned into a sensual caress. He traveled over the same area he had just covered but instead of giggles, this time his touch brought electricity to my skin and a gasp to my lips.

He smiled again but the playful curve of his lips was replaced by satisfaction and desire.

His hands moved slowly upward, pausing just below my breasts, and then just as slowly slid down to my hips. He reversed direction again but his hands traveled even more slowly. As he approached my breasts again I trembled with the anticipation of him touching me.

Again he stopped below my breasts and with his thumbs he skimmed the edge, teasing me. I arched into him and he allowed his palms to graze my already hard nipples, before he moved slowly back down the sides.

He grazed the edges, slowly moving in circles ever closer to the center. I finally thought he would touch me where I wanted it most but he suddenly reversed direction. I gasped in disappointment.

His smile widened and he lowered his head. He hesitated inches away and I could feel his hot breath on my sensitive skin. My nipples hardened painfully.

Suddenly he dipped his head and took my swollen peak into his mouth.

I groaned with relief and arched into him as he flicked his tongue over my nub. His teeth grazed my skin and then he followed the same path with his warm tongue, soothing but arousing. He covered my other breast with his hand and kneaded it with his clever fingers as he continued to suck and nip the first.

I threaded one hand into his hair and grasped at his back with the other. With only a few touches Zan could make me so wild for him. I automatically parted my legs, wanting him nearer, needing his naked body pressed to mine.

And Zan gave me what I wanted, moving completely over me. He settled between my legs and aligned our bodies so that his hard cock rested against my lower lips. So slowly he started to rock, sliding his erection through my wet folds. I widened my legs farther and raised my knees to bring him even closer.

Zan’s mouth left my breast and he met my eyes. “Baby I love having you first thing in the morning. You’re so warm and sleepy and sexy.”

I smiled. “It is definitely my favorite way to wake up.”

He grinned wickedly and kissed a trail up my body to my neck. Gently he sank his teeth into the most sensitive spot, making me gasp with pleasure.

I leaned my head back giving him better access and he took full advantage. He nibbled his way across my throat, and then traveled the same path again covering my neck with kisses.

As he continued to lick and suck my neck Zan continued to rock against me again, his cock slowly moving from my core up to my clit and then back. His touches were driving me insane with need. I angled my hips and matched his motion, trying to lead him inside, but he resisted my attempts.

He kissed my neck hard. “Not yet baby,” he growled.

“Zan,” I gasped. “I want you.”

“I’ll take you soon, but not yet.” His teeth scraped my neck as he rubbed his cock against my clit. “I want you desperate for me, and then I’ll fuck you so good.”

I gasped in surprise. “Zan.”

I felt his smile against my skin before he returned to the most sensitive spot on my neck. Quickly he flicked his tongue over my skin from side to side, and then he changed directions going up and down. With every direction change he increased the pressure and soon I was moaning and writhing beneath him.

His hand slid between us and slowly moved across my skin up toward my breast. My breath came in pants as I anticipated him touching me, but he stopped just as he reached the underside. His thumb brushed back and forth barely grazing my breast as he continued to devour my neck.

He sucked at my skin hard, and I knew it would leave marks, but I didn’t care because it felt so good. I arched my head back even farther and Zan sank his teeth into my throat as his thumb suddenly brushed over my hard nipple.

I cried out with the pleasure, grabbing at Zan’s back.

With a feather’s touch he brushed his thumb over my peak again and again, keeping time with the rhythm of his hips against mine.

I was going insane with pleasurable sensations as Zan attacked so much of my body. My breath came faster and faster until I thought I might pass out. Moisture poured out of my core allowing Zan’s erection to slide so easily through my folds, the delicious friction causing an ache of arousal that was almost unbearable.

I desperately wanted him inside. I dug my fingers into his muscles trying to bring him closer as I raised my hips. He continued his motion, but somehow avoided entering me.

“Please,” I gasped. “Zan, please fuck me now.”

Zan looked up into my eyes. He slid his cock through my folds and up to my clit and then back down, but this time when he reached my core he pushed his tip inside me. “Is that what you want baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I arched up needing more of him.

He allowed himself to slide in another inch and I couldn’t stop a moan escaping my lips.

“Angel, you’re so wet,” he groaned.

I could feel him starting to shake and I knew he was holding on to his control by a thread. I wrapped my legs around him and grasped his ass. “Because I want you so much.”

Zan smiled and slowly pushed inside until he was buried to the hilt.

Having his rock-hard cock inside was just what I needed. His impressive length stretched and filled my aching core and I was so aroused that my inner muscles started to clench around him. “It feels so good Zan!”

“Baby, there is no where I’d rather be than inside your sweet pussy,” he growled.

He leaned down to kiss me and started to leisurely rock his hips against me. The motion pulled him out of me slightly and pushed him back in.

I broke the kiss with a gasp, needing the air. I lifted my hips to meet his, attempting to increase the pace.

Zan nipped at my shoulder but kept the rhythm slow. “Don’t worry angel, I’ll get you there.”

The pleasure was almost excruciating as he continued to move so slowly inside me. My body jerked with the electricity he was causing and my head thrashed from side to side. My breath was coming so fast I thought I might pass out. I was so close. “Zan,” I whimpered.

He kissed my neck hard as he reached between us and flicked my clit. “Liz, love,” he whispered.

I came immediately. A sort of moan escaped me as my body spasmed uncontrollably and my legs clamped around him pulling him deep inside. My inner muscles gripped him tightly and I felt his hips jerk once again before his hot seed spilled into me. He groaned his satisfaction, panting hard for a moment.

As the incredible orgasm continued to wash through me, Zan started to place soft kisses on my neck and breasts. “Mmmmm,” he said between kisses, “baby I love making you cum.”

I smiled. “And you’re so good at it.”

Zan met my eyes and smiled. “I’ve had a bit of practice but I’m always willing to give it another try,” he winked, “just to improve my technique.”

I laughed. “Well I won’t make it to school if you hone your technique any more this morning. I might not even be able to walk.”

With a growl Zan rolled us onto our sides, taking me into his arms. “Well, keeping you in bed for the rest of our lives doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.”

He placed quick kisses over my face.

“Zan,” I protested, “we have to get up.”

He groaned and pulled me close. “I want to hold you for a few more minutes.”

How could I refuse his request? I nodded and snuggled into his chest.

Zan placed a kiss on my forehead and rested his head on top of mine. We lay in each others’ arms for a while and then took a shower before breakfast.

I started the coffee maker and went to the fridge for cream cheese and milk, putting them on the table before I turned to watch Zan.

Padding around the kitchen, he cut a couple of bagels in half and put them in the toaster before getting out two coffee cups. He was barefoot and wore only paint-spattered jeans, his wet hair even more ruffled then usual, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Knowing I was watching him, he turned to me with a smile and a wink. “Like what you see, angel?”

I crossed to him and ran my hand down his defined abs, stopping on the waistline of his jeans. “You know I do.”

He kissed my forehead. “I like everything about you baby.” He squeezed my ass, “Especially the parts I can’t currently see.”

I laughed, and he pulled me close, kissing me quickly before he released me.

Zan grabbed the bagels and I poured the coffee and we both sat down.

He slathered his bagel with cream cheese. “Are you doing anything special today?” he asked.

I nodded. “I need to stop by the library after class to grab some reference materials for my project. But it shouldn’t take long.”

“You’ll be home in time for a late lunch?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said with a smile, “I should be home around one-thirty.”

“Good,” Zan said. “If you want I’ll have the deli send over our usual order and we can sit out on the balcony.”

I nodded. “I’d like that.”

We had eaten on the balcony before, but not for the last couple of weeks.

It wasn’t really a balcony at all, it was the fire escape and there was barely enough room for us both. Zan would sit with his back against the wall and I would sit between his legs, leaning into him. We would feed each other while we talked and laughed watching the people on the street below.

I was glad that Zan wanted to spend time together. Maybe the strange vibes I had been getting were all in my head.

We finished breakfast and Zan moved to his worktable to start on his painting while I did some reading before I had to leave.

I had just finished the chapter when Zan’s phone rang. He had a separate line for his painting business so he didn’t have to give out our private phone number.

Zan reached for the paint-smeared phone. “Yeah.”

I saw his brow crease as he listened to the person on the other end. He glanced at his watch and listened for a few more moments before speaking. “Yeah, okay.”

He hung up and returned to what he was doing, but his movements seemed agitated.

I watched him for a few moments but finally I had to say something. “Zan?”

“Yeah baby?” he answered, without looking up.

And suddenly I was worried again. Zan often got absorbed in his work, but this time it was the phone call that distracted him.

“Is everything okay Zan?” I asked.

He turned to me with a brief smile. “Of course darlin’.”

“But that phone call seemed to upset you,” I insisted.

Zan shook his head. “No,” he said. “It was just um, my agent. He’s been bugging me about the details for the new show.”

“Well that’s good, isn’t it?”

Zan shrugged and turned back to his canvas.

I wanted to talk to him more but it was past time for me to leave. I would have to hurry to make it to class on time. I gathered my books and stuffed them in my backpack before going over to Zan. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you for lunch.”

“Oh baby I’m sorry, I forgot,” he said. “I can’t make it by one-thirty. I have a meeting. We’ll have to have lunch together another day.”

“Oh,” I said, trying not to show my worry. “Well, when do you think you’ll be back?”

“Probably closer to two-thirty or three.” He pulled me to him and kissed me briefly. “You gotta go or you’ll be late.”


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I sat through my three classes, and I can honestly say I didn’t hear a word that was spoken. I was too preoccupied thinking about Zan.

This morning had been so wonderful. Zan was so tender and loving, and then he had received the phone call.

Everything had changed after that. Zan was obviously thinking about something. It had also seemed like he wanted to get me out of the loft, and my mind was working overtime about the reason. Maybe someone was coming over. Another woman perhaps?

Zan had said it was Steve on the phone. But the way he’d said it made me wonder if he had been lying. What if he had been planning to meet someone, his lover.

NO! my mind screamed out. I didn’t really believe that Zan would cheat on me. I was just having a hard time coming up with another explanation.

I had asked him again and again over the last week, trying to get him to open up, and I was beginning to feel like a nag.

He kept denying that anything was wrong, but he was obviously distracted by something. Of course Zan had every right to not talk to me. I just thought we shared everything and it hurt to know there was something he was going through that I wasn’t a part of.

After my classes I went back to our empty loft, and crossed to Zan’s worktable. He used it for everything, a workspace, storage and a desk. There was a small sketchbook by his phone and I knew he kept notes and messages in it.

For a moment I was tempted. If I searched through the notes maybe I could figure out what was on his mind. But I discarded the idea almost immediately. Zan trusted me, and it would be a terrible invasion of his privacy.

I simply had to accept the fact that Zan didn’t want to talk about it, and maybe he never would.

But whatever was wrong, Zan and I were still connecting perfectly on a sexual level.

I shivered with desire thinking about our lovemaking that morning; Zan’s body moving in time with mine, his mouth hungrily devouring my mouth, my breasts, his whispered words of love as we had climaxed together.

We had always connected sexually, right from the start. Zan was the first man that I had really desired in that way and I knew I would always crave him. And no matter how many times we were together, I would never get enough.

I am addicted to Zan, body, mind and soul, and I love him desperately. There is no way I would just give him up. Plus I can’t imagine never making love to him again. I couldn’t stand losing the delicious feeling of his body against me, inside of me, the pleasure we give one another, the love.

Making love with Zan was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced.

I decided that is how I would get through to him, showing my support, my love and desire. That is how I would fight for him.

I reached for the sketchbook that has the drawings of us making love and quickly flipped through the pages. Zan had drawn them all; some things we had done, but many were his fantasies. And that is what I intended to give him, one of his fantasies.

Of course Zan has his favorite sexual positions, but I wanted to give him something we hadn’t experienced yet.

I flipped through page after page, my eyes tracing over the lines of our bodies entangled. It was incredibly sexy seeing us together. The many positions fueled my imagination and enflamed my desire.

Finally I found what I was looking for, and then I only had to kill some time before he got home. I went into the bathroom and eyed the new jetted tub enviously. Zan had gotten it installed a few days ago but we couldn’t use it yet. The contractor had told Zan that the silicone needed to cure for a week and there were still a couple of days to go.

Instead I took a hot shower and washed my hair. I dried my body and brushed out my hair, leaving it long and straight as Zan preferred. It had grown a couple of inches in the months we had been together and Zan had asked me not to cut it. I was happy to do as he wanted. He had given me so much.

After my hair was dry, I gathered a couple of pillows and padded naked into the main room. I stacked the pillows on the floor and laid across them face down so that they lifted my butt into the air and exposed my sex. It was one of the positions in the book that we had never tried, and I was surprised it was actually quite comfortable.

I glanced at the clock. It was almost two-thirty and hopefully I wouldn’t have long to wait.

I flipped through the sketchbook as I waited. The shower had eased my body’s arousal somewhat, but looking at the pictures Zan had drawn of us quickly made me anxious and hungry for him again.

I craved his hands, his mouth on me, his body pressed to mine, but I was nervous too. What if he didn’t want me? What if he really was looking for a way to break up with me?

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the sound of the elevator. I waited, barely breathing, to see which floor it stopped on, and when it came all the way to the top, I knew it was time.

I had chosen a place behind the sofa, near his worktable, where he wouldn’t be able to see me right away. But the down side was, I couldn’t see him either.

I heard the door open and Zan’s deep voice called out. “Liz? Are you here baby?”

“Over here,” I answered softly. “On the floor.”

I heard his solid footsteps as he crossed the wooden floor, and then his softer tread as he reached the rug. I turned and looked back over my shoulder as he came around the sofa.

“Baby what are you…” he trailed off as he saw me. “Fuck.”

“That’s what I was hoping Zan,” I said throatily. His eyes traveled over me hungrily and I slowly bent my knee, spreading my legs farther apart and exposing myself to him more. “Come and fuck me.”

The corner of his mouth raised in a cocky smile. “No baby, I’ll fuck you and then you’ll cum.”

He stripped off his clothes and in a moment was naked and on his knees behind me. His hands roamed over my ass and then smoothed over my back. “Angel you are so beautiful.”

I felt his teeth graze the skin of my butt. He kissed a line up until he reached the small of my back. “I want to touch and taste every inch of you.”

He kissed my back again but this time between my shoulder blades, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my lower lips. “But even more,” he growled, “I want to fuck you.”

“Yes Zan,” I moaned, pressing back into him. “Fuck me now.”

He grasped the globes of my ass, and with a growl he thrust into me hard, burring himself deep.

I cried out with the pleasure. Zan felt even bigger in this position and our bodies aligned so I could take his entire length inside.

Covering my body with his, he pressed his chest into my back before he started moving.

There was nothing tentative or gentle about his action. He set a furious pace, thrusting into me hard and fast, gripping my breasts as handholds. His body held me in place, his knees pushing mine wide, and it was all I could do to catch my breath. But it felt so good, each of his powerful surges burring him to the hilt and sending electricity through me.

Zan pressed more of his weight on me and hammered into me harder, groaning with the exertion.

My breath came in harsh pants as I quickly approached the edge and my hands grasped at the rug.

Zan reached down and placed his hands over mine, entwining our fingers and I involuntarily clamped down on them.

He thrust into me again and again and I felt my whole body arch. Another thrust pushed me right to the edge, and somehow he held me there, his next half-dozen surges only adding to my pleasure. My core fluttered around him and then suddenly I came.

“Zaaaaan,” I moaned.

He pushed deep inside me one final time and groaned his climax.

We lay together for a few moments, both working to catch our breath.

Zan’s hot breath brushed my ear. “Baby, that was so good.”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

He pulled out of me and helped me sit, taking me in his arms. Zan kissed my neck and nuzzled my ear, speaking softly. “What a nice surprise to come home to.” He kissed my neck again. “Mmmmm, two days in a row I’ve had great surprises.”

I put my palm to his cheek and met his eyes. “I love you Zan, and I want you to be happy. I want to give you everything I can. I want you to have your fantasies.”

“Oh,” he said with understanding. “You saw this in the book.”

I nodded and Zan hugged me tightly. “I am happy baby. I love you Liz, and I have everything because I have you.”

I hugged him tighter. “Zan.”

He kissed me so sweetly and then pulled back to see my eyes. “So you want me to have my fantasies?” he asked with a smile.

I nodded.

“Well,” he drawled, “there is one fantasy I haven’t told you about.”

I was surprised. Usually Zan was so open about his wants and desires. “What is it?”

He winked at me as he got to his feet. “Wait right there baby.”

I watched him curiously as he crossed to his worktable and picked up something I couldn’t see, hiding it behind him as he turned and walked back to me. He knelt down close to me so our bodies almost touched, still keeping the item concealed.

I raised my eyebrow in a question as I met his eyes.

Zan smiled as he took my cheek in his hand. “I know every inch of your beautiful body, every line, every curve.” His other hand moved up to cup my breast. “I could sketch you with my eyes closed.” His thumb traced slow circles over my peak. “I have drawn and painted you so many times, and sometime in the last couple of weeks I started to wonder what it would really look like.”

I didn’t understand what he meant. “What what would look like?”

He smiled again and leaned in to kiss me briefly before his eyes trailed down my body to my breast. I followed his gaze and noticed that he had rubbed blue paint on me.

“I wanted to see what the paint would look like on your skin,” Zan said with a wicked smile. Reaching behind him he brought out his palate and placed it beside us. He dipped his thumb in the red and held my eyes as he swirled it onto my other breast.

I arched into him, his touch causing my nipple to harden, and Zan passed his thumb over the pointed tip painting it red. “Beautiful,” he growled.

He held my eyes as he continued to caress my breast, and I watched his eyes darken with need. Reaching to the palate again he scooped white paint onto his finger and dabbed it onto my breast, using his thumb to blend it into the red. The paint allowed his fingers to slide easily over my skin and it was so pleasurable that my nipple tightened painfully.

He watched with wide eyes. “The only problem,” he groaned, “is that I can’t taste you with the paint on.”

He leaned in with a growl and kissed me between my breasts, nibbling a path up to my neck. Then he placed a quick kiss on my mouth before leaning back.

I couldn’t help myself and I started laughing when I saw that the paint on my breasts had smeared onto his cheeks.

Zan reached up to wipe at the paint on his face, but used his finger that had red paint on it and only succeeded in smearing on more.

I laughed harder and Zan pulled me to him, kissing me sloppily and smearing paint on my face.

When he released me we both noticed that my breasts had pressed against his chest and he now had two round paint impressions, one red and one blue.

We both started laughing and I reached for the palate, dipping my finger into the black, and quickly painted smilie faces on both the circles on his chest.

He smiled and lifted on eyebrow. “You think that’s funny, huh?”

I nodded, trying to contain my giggles.

More quickly than I though possible Zan flipped me onto my back and was over me. He kissed me briefly, thrusting his tongue into my surprised mouth, before moving lower.

He stopped at my neck and looked up to meet my eyes. “I like having proof on me of our lovemaking.”

Placing open-mouth kisses every few inches, he nibbled and licked his way down my body. He passed between my breasts and moved down to my stomach where he paused at my navel. Using long, broad stokes of his tongue he licked all the way around it before dipping briefly inside.

My body lifted into him and he grazed my skin with his teeth before pulling back.

He dipped his fingers in the paint again and started drawing around my navel. With slow, caressing strokes he spread yellow and brown paint onto my skin drawing a stylized sun. His touches were driving me wild and my stomach muscles jumped underneath his fingers.

When he was finished, he examined his work briefly before leaning over me again and pressing his body to mine for a heated kiss.

His hard cock rested against my lower lips causing a jolt of electricity to flash through me and I arched into him. Zan slid his hand under my hips and pulled me even closer as he continued to devour my mouth.

Suddenly he pulled away and looked down at his stomach, and nodded when he saw the smeared imprint of the sun he had drawn on me. His eyes glittered as he met mine and he smiled wickedly. ”I wonder what other interesting places we can get paint transfer.”

He dipped his thumb in the red paint and pressed it low on my stomach at the top of my dark triangle. I watched as he slowly moved down leaving a stripe of red in my hair. I held my breath as he approached my clit wondering what he had in mind.

Zan stopped his motion before he touched me and looked up to meet my eyes. He held my gaze as he brushed his thumb over my clit, smiling with satisfaction when I my body jumped in reaction.

He moved lower tracing over my lower lips, smearing them with the red paint. Again and again he smoothed over them, watching my reactions closely.

The paint was cool and slick and Zan’s soft, slow rhythm was driving me crazy. I felt moisture pooling in my aching core and I couldn’t stop the gasp of pleasure that escaped my lips. He leisurely stroked back up and took my sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger rolling it gently. My body arched as electricity shot through me.

“Beautiful angel,” Zan growled. “You are the perfect canvas.”

He leaned down and kissed me and his hand moved up my body to take possession of my breast again.

His slow teasing was making me so wild for him, and I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. As I continued to kiss him I surreptitiously moved my hand to the palate and pressed it into the paint. Then I put my fingers to his chest and followed the line of his muscles down to his defined abs and continued lower. But just as I was about to close my hand over his rigid erection, Zan grasped my wrist.

He pulled back meeting my eyes. “I don’t think so baby,” he said with a grin. “I have something else in mind.”

Suddenly he pushed forward entering me with a single thrust and a growl.

I whimpered with the pleasure of having him inside, but he didn’t even give me a moment to catch my breath before he started to move. He withdrew almost all the way before plunging back in.

I felt Zan shaking as he set a quick rhythm. He was a lot more aroused than he had let me see.

He wrapped his arms around me to get better traction and increased his pace. Our bodies were slick with paint and slid together easily, increasing our pleasure. Zan groaned and I knew he was close.

I wrapped my legs around him and grasped his ass, urging him to even greater speed.

He pounded into me furiously taking my breath away. My body tensed as I quickly approached climax. “Zan,” I gasped.

A few more of his powerful thrusts sent me flying over the edge and Zan followed me immediately. His hips jerked against me as a groan of pure masculine satisfaction escaped him. He collapsed against me breathing hard and pressed a kiss to my neck. “Fuck baby.”

I smiled. “I thought we just did.”

He brushed the wet hair off my face. “Mmmm, yes we did,” he growled. He kissed me briefly. “A fast, hard fuck, just like you like it.”

I blushed and Zan smiled wider. “My insatiable angel,” he purred. “That is just one of the things I love about you.”

I reached up to touch his face. “I love everything about you.”

“Oh," I gasped, snatching my hand away, realizing I had just put more paint on his face.

Zan looked at my hand and pulled away from me slightly, his eyes going to our paint-smeared chests. His eyebrow lifted. “I knew our love making was a work of art, but who knew we created art?”

I looked at his chest and then mine. The colors had blended together making a sort of abstract composition.

His eyes flicked over us for a few moments before he pulled out of me. He leaned in to kiss me tenderly. “Come on baby, let’s get cleaned up.”

I smiled teasingly. “And how do you suggest we do that?”

“Hmmmm,” he said with mock consideration, “water-soluble oils usually come off in a nice soapy shower. And we should probably take it together.”

I nodded. “Just to make sure we get all the paint off.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Of course.”

Zan helped me to my feet and we started toward the bedroom, but he turned back to get the palate off the floor.

I burst into laughter when I saw his ass. There on his sculpted rear was my handprint in smeared paint.

Zan twisted to see his ass, and then turned to me with a wicked grin and a growl, chasing me into the bathroom. “Liiiiz!”


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Everything about that night was wonderful. Zan was playful and loving and we spent the whole night making love.

But the next day I was more convinced than ever that something was wrong. Zan seemed excited, anxious, and not in a sexual way.

Although we did make love in the morning and Zan kissed me tenderly before sending me off to school, it was obvious that the thing occupying his mind was closer than ever.

I tried not to obsess about it while I was at school, aware that there was nothing I could do, but it was difficult to think of anything else. Finally I decided that I would ask Zan what was going on again.

When I arrived home from school Zan wasn’t there, and I saw that as definate proof that something was wrong. He was almost always in the loft when I came home, but now three days in a row he had been gone. He’d said nothing to me that morning about going anywhere, and he hadn’t called me either.

I wasn’t sure what I should do. I was so worried.

I moved to his worktable, needing to feel closer to him and that’s when I saw a piece of paper on the table. I sighed with relief, assuming it was a drawing of what Zan wanted to do that night, but when I got nearer I could see it was a note.

My heart plunged into despair and I thought I might be sick. Was Zan leaving me?

With a shaking hand I reached for the paper and quickly skimmed the few words.



Angel, I’ll be home at 6.
Taking you to dinner and
that movie we want to see.

And Liz, wear that sexy
black miniskirt I like.



I practically fainted with relief. Zan wanted to spend time with me tonight.

I could almost hear the teasing note in his voice and see him wink when he made the request to wear the miniskirt. His eyes and hands would be roaming over my legs all night if I did wear the skirt. And how could I refuse him when he made me feel so beautiful, sexy and loved?


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TBC

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Part 3


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At six o’clock exactly I was ready to go. Freshly showered, hair washed, and wearing the requested skirt I sat at my dressing table applying some lip gloss when Zan walked in.

I watched him in the mirror as he came up behind me.

His eyes raked over me and sparkled with satisfaction as he wrapped his arms around me. “You wore it,” he purred. “Thank you baby.” He nuzzled my neck. “You look incredible.”

“Thank you,” I said, meeting his eyes in the mirror. I twisted in his arms and he kissed me thoroughly before pulling back with a smile. “Hmmmm,” he rumbled, rubbing his lips together, “strawberry?”

I laughed and brushed the smeared lip gloss off his face.

He kissed me again quickly. “Just give me five minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

As he walked toward the bathroom he stripped off his t-shirt and jeans. He took a quick shower and emerged patting himself dry with a towel.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he quickly moved around the room dressing himself, covering his beautiful body one article of clothing at a time. He pulled on boxers, blocking my view of his chiseled ass, and then a pair of black jeans covered his muscular legs. Sitting down he put on socks and boots and I watched his back flex and cord. Then he crossed to the closet and pulled out a deep blue shirt. He slung it around his shoulders and his beautiful chest disappeared from my view a little more with each button he fastened.

He turned to me with a knowing smile. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’ll never get out of here.”

I smiled. “Well you covered up all the best parts.”

Crossing to me he kissed me quickly. “Not all the best parts,” he said with a wink.

Zan held his hand out to me. “Ready angel?”

I nodded and took his hand and he helped me to my feet. His eyes raked over me again. I was wearing a red silk tank top, his favorite color on me. I could tell he was pleased and I was glad. I wanted him to be happy.

We went downstairs and got in a cab Zan had waiting, and it took us to my favorite restaurant. It was a busy Friday night but he had made reservations and we were seated immediately at a quiet table in the back.

My skirt fell to about mid-thigh when I was standing, but seated it is a bit shorter and Zan’s eyes lingered on the length of my legs. He scooted his chair nearer to mine and snagged the leg of my chair with his foot pulling me to him until our knees touched under the table.

A smile crossed his face as his hand went to my knee. “That’s better,” he purred. ”Now I can touch you all I want.”

I couldn’t help but smile back. He was in a playful mood and I loved it. Maybe whatever had been bothering him was over.

We lingered over dinner, talking softly, laughing, sharing each others’ meals. Zan’s hand was on me almost the whole time, resting on my knee, skimming over my back, sliding down my arm.

Afterward, we ordered a dessert to share. Zan leaned in offering me a taste on his fork, and then he deliberately smeared a little on the corner of my mouth. “I’m sorry baby,” he said with a smile. “Let me take care of that.” He dipped his head and kissed it away.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, wrapping his arm around me. “I don’t know what’s sweeter you or the mousse.” He placed another kiss on the corner of my mouth. “But it is definitely my new favorite way to have dessert.”

We were having so much fun that we lost track of time and had to hurry to make it to the movie. But it was only a few short blocks to the theater and it was a warm night so we decided to walk.

Zan wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close into his side. He always kept his hands on me in public. I knew it was partially because he always wanted to touch me, and partially to show his possession of me. And I was so relieved that he was doing it tonight. It meant that Zan still considered me to be his.

We walked into the dark theater just as the previews were starting and stood in the back for a moment for our eyes to adjust. It was an older theater, with a large screen and good sound, but it had been built before stadium seating.

We were surprised to see that there were only seven other people in attendance. One group of three sat toward the front in the middle and two couples sat a few rows behind them.

“Hmmm,” Zan whispered teasingly, “it’s a good thing I bought tickets in advance, or we might not have gotten in.”

I shoved at him playfully and Zan wrapped me in his arms kissing me quickly. He motioned to the back row on the side and I agreed. I really didn’t care where we sat. I noticed that the seats put us about as far away from the others as we could get, but I didn’t dwell on the thought.

Zan started touching me again as soon as we sat down, and then I realized why he had chosen the seats. Lifting the armrest out of the way he put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. I snuggled into him and he kissed my head as he rubbed my arm.

As the movie started his other hand squeezed mine and then moved to my knee, gently stroking the skin of my knee and thigh.

We hadn’t even been watching for half an hour when we found out why no one was in the theater. The movie was terrible. It had gotten several good reviews and Zan and I both wanted to see it but it was so bad it was almost funny.

I could tell when Zan lost interest in the movie because his hands started to wander more. His hand that was wrapped around me went from caressing my arm, to rubbing my back. He started at my bare shoulder and went across to my spine, tracing the line down and back up for several minutes.

It was so nice having him touch me and so soothing but also arousing at the same time. I turned to him and pressed a kiss to his chin as I put my hand on his chest.

On his next downward stroke Zan slipped his hand under the hem of my shirt to touch my bare skin. With a feather’s touch he slowly caressed my back in circles, working his way up and down and across, teasing every inch until I was shivering with arousal.

Then his hand slid around to my waist, smoothing up my side. His fingers trailed over my stomach and across my ribs. He stopped just below my breast and brushed back down before reversing direction. Several times he repeated the action, each time stopping a little nearer to my breast and finally he stroked up the side.

He kissed the side of my head, as he slowly traced the edge of my breast again and again. His lips trailed down my face, placing kisses near my eye, on my cheek. When he reached my jaw he grazed it with his teeth, following the line to my ear. He nuzzled my neck just below my ear and moved lower to the curve of my shoulder.

Suddenly Zan’s hand brushed over my satin covered breast. The action surprised me and my body jerked, arching into his touch.

A growl of approval escaped his lips and he sank his teeth into my shoulder. His hand slipped into my bra cupping my breast. With his thumb he slowly drew ever-smaller circles until he finally reached my nub. It hardened to his touch as he brushed over it again and again, and I nearly cried out when he used his short thumbnail to gently graze over the tip.

He continued to caress my breast but it obviously wasn’t enough for him. His other hand went from touching my knee to roaming dangerously high up my thigh.

My miniskirt rode up quite far, exposing the majority of my legs to him, and Zan took full advantage. His hand started at my knee, circling it with his thumb before he slowly brushed over the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh and then back again. With each pass his hand moved up my leg higher and higher until it disappeared under my skirt.

The rough skin of his hand against my thigh sent shivers of desire through me and I found myself spreading my legs to give him better access.

Zan sucked the delicate skin of my neck hard as he reached the juncture of my thighs. His fingers skimmed over my panties grazing my clit and I felt a rush of liquid.

He felt it too. “Oh baby,” he groaned, his teeth sliding over my ear. His fingers brushed my panties again, lingering over my core.

I shuddered against him and spread my legs wider, holding my breath waiting for him to really touch me.

And he didn’t disappoint. He pushed my panties aside and his fingers slid through my slick folds. Starting at my core, he slowly moved up until he reached my clit. My body jerked and I gasped as he brushed over my sensitive nub.

Zan kissed my neck hard as he continued to stroke me. “Liz, you’re driving me crazy,” he growled.

“I’m not doing anything,” I protested in a soft whisper. He brushed me with his fingers again causing another gasp. “You’re the one driving me crazy.”

He took my earlobe in his mouth. “You don’t have to do anything, baby,” he purred. “Just by existing, by being near me you make me hungry for you.”

Zan brushed my clit again. “And I have to have a taste right now.”

I knew what he meant, he intended to go down on me right now.

We were in a theater with other people and I was somewhat shocked, but the thought of Zan’s mouth on me was overwhelming. It was almost pitch dark, I argued with myself, the other people were nowhere near us, and their attention was on the movie. Even if they did happen to look back all they would see was the light of the projector. It was exciting to think we could do it so close to the people and they wouldn’t know a thing. But…

“Zan,” I started, not really sure what I was going to say.

But he pressed his lips to mine, cutting me off.

He kissed me so hungrily, licking and nipping at my lips. I melted into him, returning the kiss and invited him to deepen it with a flick of my tongue against his lips. Immediately he took advantage and trust his tongue into my mouth.

His tongue dueled with mine as his fingers continued to slowly stroke my clit. I imagined his mouth on my lower lips repeating the actions he was currently inflicting on my mouth; his tongue tasting me, stroking me, plunging inside. I shivered with the images, and each of his touches broke down my resistance a little more until it was completely gone. And as if Zan could sense my surrender his lips left mine and he kissed a trail down my chin to my neck.

“Nobody is going to know a thing,” he whispered.

He knelt down in front of me and pulled my hips to the edge of the seat. His warm hands slid up my legs and under my skirt going directly for the waistband of my panties. I lifted up as he tugged at them, helping him slide them off.

Zan smiled as he gripped the scrap of lace and pressed it to his nose briefly, inhaling deeply, before he stuffed it in his shirt pocket.

Perhaps I would have protested more if I hadn’t been so worried about him and our relationship. But as it was I wanted him so much, and I was so happy that he wanted me that I didn’t care about being a little reckless.

Leaning in he pressed a wet, open-mouth kiss on my thigh and trailed his tongue across my skin until he reached the juncture of my thighs. He didn’t tease, his mouth closed over my damp core and his tongue dipped barely inside.

My body jerked with the unexpected touch and I sighed with the pleasure.

Zan laved my lower lips, swirling his tongue through them, greedily lapping the moisture pooled there. Again he dipped his tongue inside me, causing another rush of liquid. His growl of satisfaction against my delicate skin sent a jolt of electricity through me.

His hands stroked my thighs, urging them farther apart. I obeyed immediately putting my feet up on the seats in front of me. The action also tilted my hips giving Zan better access.

“That’s it baby,” he growled in approval. He looked up at me, his smoldering gaze meeting and holding mine before he returned to his task.

He continued to caress my thighs as he went directly to my clit. His hot mouth closed over my nub and he stroked it with his tongue several times before moving lower again.

His tongue traced the edge of my lower lips slowly, taking his time, savoring. He stopped occasionally to nip at them with his lips, sucking the delicate skin into his mouth.

I writhed with pleasure, unable to stay still under his practiced mouth. Zan knew all my most sensitive places, exactly where and how to touch me. He could drive me wild in so many ways.

On the next pass he let his tongue slide deeper brushing over my core. The soft touch sent a surge of electricity through me and I arched into him.

He brushed over my core again, and then pushed his tongue deep inside. I though he was finally going to give me relief, but he withdrew and moved up again.

With his thumbs he parted my folds exposing my clit, and his mouth went directly to it. He stroked over it again and again, slowly building his speed and soon I was on the edge. My breath came in pants and I gripped at his shoulders silently urging him to finish.

Suddenly his chin stud grazed over my clit. I jumped under him and he moved back down taking a long lick from my core up to my clit.

Again he laved my sensitive nub with his tongue, using quick back and forth strokes and then up and down. I squirmed and felt another rush of liquid from my core. Zan immediately moved down and quickly lapped it up with several long licks before thrusting his tongue back inside.

His teasing was driving me crazy. My core ached with need and when he filled it again I felt the start of a flutter. I was so close. I slid my fingers into his hair attempting to keep his mouth where I so desperately needed him.

He withdrew his tongue and I panted harshly waiting to see what he would do. My hands twisted in his hair and Zan growled. I wasn’t sure if it was from pain or acknowledgement but he plunged his tongue back inside.

I whimpered with relief as he set a steady pace, thrusting his tongue into me fast and deep. I arched up trying to keep pace with him.

Suddenly his thumb brushed over my clit, rubbing it in fast circles. He continued to push inside me while he increased the speed and pressure on my clit.

My body jerked and I felt the orgasm quickly approaching. Just a few more of Zan’s touches…

I came suddenly, my inner muscles clenching around his tongue as my whole body stiffened. I was careful to stay quiet, but I couldn’t stop a sort of low moan that escaped my lips.

Zan withdrew his tongue but continued to kiss and lick me, lapping up every drop of the moisture he had caused. He stroked my thighs slowly easing me down from the release.

After a few moments Zan retook his seat next to me and wrapped me in his arms. The shivers from the incredible orgasm continued to wash through me and he nuzzled my neck and placed soft kisses on my face as my breathing returned to normal. I leaned against him and sighed with satisfaction, but there was still an underlying ache and hunger.

Now don’t get me wrong. Any orgasm with Zan is wonderful, and I love him to go down on me. There is nothing more pleasurable than his mouth, teeth and tongue on me, and he always brings me to climax. But without his beautiful cock inside me, I always feel like something is missing. It’s like my body craves the solid length of him and I can’t achieve complete satisfaction until I come with him buried deep within.

Vaguely I started to become aware of my surroundings again. When Zan’s amazing mouth was on me everything else had faded into the background, but now I noticed that the music was getting louder and the credits had just started to roll. The movie was over and we had missed most of it, not that I cared.

Zan held me and we waited until everyone else in the theater left. He pulled back enough to meet my eyes as he started to caress my breast. “Angel I want you so much.” He kissed my cheek near my ear. “Let’s go home where I can fuck you properly.”

I nodded, agreeing instantly. There was nothing I wanted more.

We hurried out of the theater but there were no cabs to be seen. It really wasn’t surprising considering it was a Friday night but I groaned with disappointment, shivering against him. I needed Zan so much and I didn’t want to wait another minute.

He embraced me, pulling me close so I could feel his erection, and kissed my forehead. “We’ll take the subway.”

Going down on me in the theater had made both Zan and me so hungry for consummation and we couldn’t stop touching each other as we hurried to the subway. We walked quickly with arms wrapped around each other. Zan kept me pressed into him and I felt like I couldn’t get close enough, leaning my head on his chest and letting my hand rest low on his hip.

Deeply I inhaled his scent, his soap mixed with the smell that is Zan. I could feel his solid muscles flexing as we walked and I imagined him naked above me, thrusting into me, every one of his muscles straining to bring us both to completion.

When we had to stop to cross the street he brushed the unruly tendrils of hair out of my face before he cupped my cheek and kissed me tenderly. With a look, a kiss, a word, a smile, Zan makes me feel so loved, and sexy, and desired.

He kissed my cheek and then moved closer to my ear. “Baby,” he growled softly so only I could hear, “I can’t wait to strip you naked and taste every sweet inch of you.” He licked my ear as he pulled me closer. “Then I’m going to jam my raging hard-on into your soaking pussy and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

I shivered against him. “Zan,” I gasped. Obviously he was as aroused as I was.

He kissed my neck near my ear. “Are you ready for me to take you darlin’?” he whispered. “Are you wet for me? Is your pussy aching for me to fill it?” He pulled back enough to meet my eyes. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

His eyes were burning with desire and I couldn’t look away. “Oh yes Zan,” I gasped.

And he must have liked what he saw in my eyes too because his gaze suddenly took on a predatory gleam. He looked like he would eat me alive, and I couldn’t wait.

When the light changed we crossed the street and descended the stairs into the subway, going to the platform to wait for the train. Zan embraced me from behind, pressing his hard cock into my ass, making the material of my skirt brush my naked skin. My panties were still in his pocket and the breeze felt so cool against my wet lower lips it only aroused me more.

Zan had his hands on me, one wrapped low around my hips holding me against him. The other hand was on my shoulder, his thumb brushing the bare skin of my neck and arm. I knew he wanted to touch me other places but he kept his hands relatively still. As much as we enjoy semi-public sex, Zan would never knowingly expose me or our sex life to others.

We stood on the platform for what seemed like forever and I could practically feel Zan’s desire vibrating through him. He moved his hips slightly, rubbing his erection against my ass. His head was pressed against mine, and his lips brushed over my hair, occasionally pressing kisses to my temple.

It was like torture wanting Zan so much, and knowing he wanted me just as badly, and not being able to do anything about it. His cock was separated from my aching core by just two thin pieces of material. I thought I would go insane.

Finally the train came and Zan led me to the last car. It was late and there were only a few other passengers seated in the front of the car, so we went to the back were we could be alone. Zan grabbed a newspaper someone had left and I though he was going to put it on a seat so I could sit down. But he maneuvered me to the rear of the car and embraced me from behind, taking hold of the last bar. Then he turned us so we were facing the front, with me between him and the bar. His arm wrapped around my waist, and pressed against me, holding us both steady as the train started to move.

He handed me the newspaper and spoke softly into my ear. “Baby open the paper to the middle.”

I thought it was a strange request. I could barely concentrate with his thick erection pressed against me, but I thought maybe he was right and the news would help keep our minds off sex until we made it home.

I leaned against the bar, trusting Zan to hold me, and with both hands opened the paper.

With his free hand he pushed my hair to one side and pressed his lips to my neck. “A little lower,” Zan breathed into my ear.

I lowered the paper.

“A little more,” he growled.

Again I lowered it.

“Perfect,” he said.

I tried to skim the page for something interesting to read, but Zan’s hand on my bare ass nearly made me jump. “Ohhh.”

“Shhhhh angel,” he whispered into my neck.

I gripped the paper realizing that he had intended it as a shield, and it was completely blocking what was happening behind it.

Zan’s hand cupped my ass, wandering over my skin, his feather’s touch making me shiver with need. He kissed my neck again and licked a path up to my ear. “Spread your legs, Liz,” he growled.

I felt a rush of liquid between my thighs and complied immediately. Oh how I wanted him to touch me!

Zan’s fingers slid between my legs, brushing slowly over my slick folds. “You’re so wet,” he groaned, “so ready for me.” His teeth sank into my neck briefly. “I love how you are always so wet.”

He stroked over my clit and my body stiffened as I sucked in a silent breath. His light touch was driving me crazy, and my damp slit was throbbing with need. His fingers pushed between my lower lips parting them and he skimmed over my hot core before moving back to my clit. He brushed my nub again and again, my juices making his clever fingers slide easily, building my orgasm.

He kissed my neck again and whispered into my ear. “I want you so much baby.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

Suddenly the train pulled into a station and Zan removed his hand. We watched the doors open and one person exited, and two more got on. They turned in our direction, and I could practically feel Zan scowling at them.

He can be pretty scary when he wants to. Zan’s appearance, the tattoos, the piercings, his attitude can be intimidating to those who don’t know him. And his attitude is not an act. Growing up on the streets gives him a hard edge, the arrogant certainty that he can take care of himself, the knowledge of his place in the world and the will to fight desperately to defend it. He has a glare that will chase away all but the toughest. The subway passengers obviously thought so too. They took one look at Zan and then turned away to sit in the front of the car.

The train started and I expected to feel Zan’s hand on me again, but instead his thick cock slid across my lower lips. I gasped in surprise, “Zan.”

He kissed my neck hungrily as he led his hard length to my core and so slowly pushed himself inside.

My whole body shook with the pleasure of having him inside. “Zan that feels so good,” I whispered.

“Oh yes baby,” he rasped into my neck. “Your sweet pussy is so warm and tight.”

Slowly he withdrew almost all the way and then inched himself back inside. I couldn’t believe that we were so brazenly having sex on the subway with people just a few feet away. But I wanted Zan so much that I didn’t care.

Again and again he slowly stroked in and out. His free hand slid under my shirt and cupped my breast, stroking my hardening nipple with his thumb.

The sensations were incredibly pleasurable but the slow pace was driving me insane. I was so aroused that I was almost desperate to come. “Faster Zan please,” I whispered fiercely. “I need more.”

A low growl escaped his throat and he whispered close to my ear. “Angel I want to fuck you hard and fast like you need. I want that so much, but if I did everyone would know what we’re doing. I have to keep the pace slow.”

The train pulled into the next station and Zan pushed deep inside me, halting his motion. The doors slid open and no one got on or off our car.

Zan moaned frustratedly into my neck. “I was hoping the people would get off this car, then I’d just bend you over right here and fuck you so good, making us both cum before the next station.”

I gasped, his dirty words arousing me even more. “But they’re not getting off,” I whispered.

Zan groaned softly again. “Apparently no one is ‘getting off’ angel.”

The train started again, the jerky motion pulling Zan out of me a few inches and slamming him back in. I was unable to stop the small whimper of pleasure the action caused.

“I know baby,” Zan whispered as he started his slow motion again. “I know you need to cum.”

“There are seven more stations until we get home,” I whispered. “Thirty minutes at least.” My hands holding the paper were starting to shake and I wondered how much longer my body could take the excruciatingly pleasurable torture.

“It’s okay Liz, you don’t have to wait that long,” he rasped. “The next station is less than five minutes, and right at the top of the stairs is a preppy bar.”

His hard cock inched into me again causing me to shudder in reaction. I understood his words but I didn’t understand how that helped our present problem. “A preppy bar?” I gasped.

Zan nodded. “Clean bathrooms.”

Then I understood. Zan was going to take me in the bathroom and fuck me. Another shiver racked my body as he pulled out again. “Oh yes Zan,” I eagerly agreed. My breath was coming in pants just anticipating the act.

He continued to slide slowly in and out of me until we were pulling into the station. Then he withdrew completely, and I barely stopped the moan of disappointment from his loss. My aching core felt so empty without him.

I heard the soft rasp of his zipper and felt his hands smoothing down my skirt as we stopped. I dropped the newspaper and Zan’s hand around my waist propelled me forward and off the car.

When we reached the stairs, Zan pushed me ahead of him. “You’re not wearing panties remember angel?” he asked. “And no one gets to see that sweet ass but me.”

Reaching the top of the stairs, I didn’t even need him to tell me which direction to go. The preppy bar was lit up with miles of neon and the music was so loud that you could hear it even through the closed door.

We went inside and I was surprised to see how many people were there. They sat and stood everywhere, bodies pressed together, barely leaving enough room for us to enter. Zan pushed through the crowd, trailing me behind him as we made our way to the back.

He stopped us outside the Men’s room and pushed open the door, quickly checking inside before he pulled me in. I noted vaguely that there was someone in one of the stalls when we walked past, but I didn’t care. It was fairly dark inside and the music was so loud that you could probably set off an atom bomb and no one would notice. Zan led me to the stall at the end and locked us inside.

We stood facing each other for a moment before Zan growled. He suddenly lunged toward me, grasping my head in both hands before our lips smashed together. We ate at each other’s mouths hungrily, tongues dueling together, teeth grazing sensitive skin.

As the kiss continued I reached for the front of his pants and pulled down his zipper, and slipping my hand inside I freed his erection, caressing the soft skin. He groaned into my mouth and suddenly lifted me against the wall and surged inside. I was so aroused that I cried out, unable to stop the sound of my pleasure at being filled by him again.

He immediately started a quick pace, pounding into me furiously. I braced my legs against the side of the stall behind him, arching into each of his thrusts, knowing neither of us would last long. Each of Zan’s powerful surges made the whole stall shake and the orgasm that was building inside me was practically taking my breath away.

In the background I heard people enter and exit the bathroom, going about their business. Over the pounding music I could hear shouted words, the occasional rush of water. I didn’t hear anything to make me think that anyone knew was going on practically right under their noses. The music was masking our activities, but at that moment I really didn’t care. I was so close to the edge that all I was concerned about was Zan’s hard length surging inside me.

As Zan continued to pound into me, my whole body shook, and I couldn’t stop a moan escaping. I suddenly felt as if I had no control over my muscles and one of my legs slipped off the wall. Zan held me easily and I grasped at his back as I braced my leg against the toilet. “More Zan,” I gasped in between breaths. ”Fuck me harder!”

“Oh baby,” he growled, increasing his pace, “you’re so fucking sexy!”

He pulled out again and thrust back in, slamming our lower bodies together so hard that I knew I would have bruises tomorrow. But I didn’t care about that either. It felt so good. He did it again and my body jerked and tightened. On the next thrust I felt the flutter low in my body, my inner walls starting to pulse around his cock.

His next thrust pushed me right to the edge. My breath came in quick gasps and my fingers dug into the muscles of his back. I wanted to beg for more, beg for release, but I was incapable of speech. And it didn’t matter anyway because two more of Zan’s powerful thrusts finally set me free. My whole body spasmed and I arched into him crying out.

My core clenched powerfully around Zan’s length and he came growling his release. His hips jerked against me several times as he his hot seed erupted into me, then he collapsed onto me holding us against the wall. My whole body went limp as the energy of the climax washed through me. I couldn’t seem to stop my other leg sliding off the wall and my head dropped onto his shoulder.

Zan kissed my cheek and his fingers stroked through my hair. “Was it worth the wait angel?”

“Mmmmm,” I hummed, my whole body boneless and sated. “It was soooo goooood.”

He kissed my neck and I could feel his smile. “I’d say fucking amazing,” he rasped.

My core continued to squeeze his cock for several long minutes, but the pulses were growing slower and fainter. And as my heartbeat and breathing returned to normal I was able to move again. I wrapped my arms around him. “I certainly won’t argue with you when you can make me feel like this.”

He kissed my neck again. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind for tonight.”

“I’m not complaining,” I said. I stroked the back of his neck. “But you should put me down, I must be getting heavy.”

Zan pressed his forehead against mine. “Baby you barely weigh anything. And putting you down would take me out of your beautiful pussy.”

I kissed his cheek. “I like you inside too, but we can’t stay here all night.”

Zan groaned and pulled out of me, setting me on the floor. “You’re right,” he said and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. He fastened himself back into his pants and straightened my skirt. “Let’s go home.”

I was surprised by his sudden change. “Okay.” He turned to the door. “Um Zan, can I have my panties back now?”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile as he turned back to me. “No,” he said patting his pocket with a wink. “I think I’ll just hold on to these.”

“But Zan,” I objected, reaching toward his pocket.

He intercepted my hand easily and lifted it to his mouth. “There’s no reason to put them on angel. I saw all kinds of cabs outside the bar. We’ll be home soon and you’ll just have to take them off again when we get there.” He squeezed my rear with his free hand. “And I like knowing your bare ass is hanging out and I’ve got such easy access.”

I gasped in surprise and he kissed my hand again. “Besides, just a minute ago you said you weren’t going to argue with me.”

I opened my mouth to object again and Zan stopped my words with a lingering kiss. His tongue thrust inside my mouth brushing against my own, caressing, soothing. And by the time he pulled away I had pretty much forgotten what I was going to say.

“Let’s go home angel,” he said.

I nodded.

Zan smiled and cracked the door open looking around briefly before moving to the outer door. Again he looked around and then motioned to me. We exited the bar as quickly as possible and got a cab outside.

He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled into his side during the ride. Neither of us spoke, and after a few minutes we arrived at our building. The ride up in the elevator was also silent, and as we reached our door I suddenly realized that the thing occupying Zan’s mind had returned.


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Part 4


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Zan pushed the door open and stepped aside to allow me to enter first. I was just about to confront him; ask him again what was wrong and tell him how worried I was, when I stopped in surprise.

“Oh!” I gasped. There were dozens of vases throughout the loft and they were overflowing with my favorite white roses.

I turned to Zan throwing my arms around him. “Thank you, it’s so beautiful.”

I hugged him tightly. Zan wasn’t tired of me, he wasn’t leaving me, and the relief I felt practically brought tears to my eyes. I pulled back so I could see him. “But what’s the occasion?” I asked.

Zan smiled. “Do I need an occasion to give you flowers?”

He has given me flowers before but nothing like this. I shook my head, ”Of course not, but…” I motioned around the room.

Zan smiled again and touched my face. “It’s been exactly three months since we first made love angel. Three incredible months that you’ve been in my life, and there is one rose here for each hour we’ve been together.”

The tears did come to my eyes then and I threw my arms around him again. “Zan you’re so sweet and romantic.”

He kissed my head and pulled back to see my face, wiping the tears from my face with his thumbs. “Don’t let that get around baby,” he said with a soft smile. “It’ll ruin my tough-guy rep.”

I smiled. The surprise must have been what was occupying him so much lately. “This is what all those phone calls were about, and what’s been on your mind.”

Zan nodded. “Yeah, trying to keep something a secret from you is practically impossible.” He smiled. “So I asked my agent Steve to help me set it up, but you still knew something was going on.” He winked. “I kept having to distract you with sex.”

I nodded. “I thought something was wrong. I thought…” I trailed off, not wanting to insult him with my idiotic suspicions. I was just so surprised. “It’s just that you wouldn’t talk to me,” I stuttered, “and I was worried about you.”

Instantly he was concerned. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t realize you were worried.”

Zan held my eyes. “I’m really sorry. It took longer to set up than I thought it would. Then there were a couple of problems, and that’s what the phone calls were about. I wanted everything to be perfect.” He cupped my cheek, “But it’s not worth you being worried.”

Now I felt really bad. Zan knew I was suspicious but he hadn’t realized I was worried. How could he? I hadn’t said anything to him. And now my insecurities were ruining the surprise he had planned at such length. I shook my head and smiled. “It was just me being silly,” I said dismissively. “This is a great surprise.”

I stood up on tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. “Thank you so much Zan. The dinner, the movie, and all these flowers, you’re so good to me.”

Taking my hand, he placed a kiss on it as he smiled mischievously. “Well actually dinner and the movie were just to get you out of the house while all of this was being set up.” He winked, “And the surprise isn’t over yet.”

He led me into the bedroom where there were more vases of white roses, and scattered across the bed were white and red rose petals. Also on the bed was a pink box that I recognized as coming from Zan’s favorite lingerie store.

I indicated the box. “For me?”

Zan smiled. “Well it’s for both of us,” he said with a wink.

I climbed on the bed, pulled the bow off and removed the lid. Zan sat behind me, cradling me between his legs, molding his body to mine. He nuzzled my neck and his hands reached around to cup my breasts. I leaned back into him, arching into his hands.

Zan kissed my neck. “Open your present baby,” he growled.

I tried to concentrate while his hands slid under my shirt and pushed my bra aside to grasp my breasts, his thumbs grazing the undersides with a feather’s touch. I parted the tissue paper to reveal three bottles, scented bubble bath, body wash and lotion. Beneath the bottles was a white lacy bra and matching panties, and a white robe made of a diaphanous fabric.

I lifted the panties out of the box. “They’re beautiful.”

Zan kissed my neck again. “They’ll be even more beautiful on your beautiful body,” he growled, “and even more beautiful laying on the floor after I’ve taken them off you.”

“Zan!” I gasped.

He chuckled and kissed my neck. “There’s more baby,” he rasped, as he continued to stroke my breasts. “Under the robe.”

I lifted the robe aside to reveal a long velvet box. Carefully I opened it, and a gasp of surprise escaped my lips.

Inside the box was a necklace, a chain holding a platinum heart with three diamonds set into it. The heart itself was somewhat abstract, and looked like it had been fashioned with two strokes of a paintbrush. One side of the heart was made with a small, delicate line and had a matte finish. The other side, where the diamonds were set, was bigger, fuller, and polished to a brilliant shine.

“Oh Zan,” I gasped, turning in his arms so I could hug him. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.”

His hands were still under my shirt and they caressed my back as he hugged me. After a moment he softly spoke near my ear. “Are you sure you like it baby?”

I pulled back to meet his eyes. “Yes, it’s exquisite. How did you ever find anything like this? It is so perfect, it looks like you painted it.”

A smile lifted his mouth. “I did paint it, and then I had it made,” he said with satisfaction.

I shook my head incredulously and he smiled wider as he spoke. “But the jeweler couldn’t quite get the line right. I made them redo the mold three times. That is one of the problems that has been on my mind, I was afraid they wouldn’t get it done in time. But I wanted it to be just right for you, and they finally finished another mold last night. I had to go in today to approve it.”

He reached out to the heart and touched the matte line. “This side represents my life before I met you, my heart was empty and dull.” His finger moved over to trace the thicker, polished line. “And this side represents how I feel since you’ve been in my life, one diamond for each month we’ve been together. My life feels new, open and alive, and my heart is so full of happiness and love, and it is all because of you Liz.”

Tears started in my eyes again and I threw my arms around him. “Oh Zan!” I rasped, trying not to cry in earnest, “I love you so much! I’m so lucky to have found you.”

Zan pulled back to meet my eyes. “It wasn’t luck baby,” he said softly, shaking his head. “I’ve been looking for you all my life.” He touched my face tenderly, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “I would have found you sooner or later, and I wouldn’t have stopped looking until I did.”

I sighed in satisfaction and relief, realizing exactly how ridiculous my insecurities had been. Holding his eyes I smiled. “I’m glad, because this is where I belong.”

He stroked my face gently and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Yes it is.”

I lifted the necklace out of its box. “Will you help me put it on?”

Zan took the necklace from me and I turned away from him, lifting my hair out of the way. He slipped the delicate chain around my neck and fastened it, placing a kiss on my nape above the clasp.

His lips moved up, tasting my delicate skin as his arms encircled me again. One hand cupped my breast and he brushed over my nipple, instantly causing it to harden. With the other hand he reached for the bubble bath. “Take a bath with me angel,” he rasped into my neck as his thumb stroked over my hard nub again.

“A bath,” I said breathlessly. “But I thought the tub still had to cure for a couple more days.”

Zan kissed my neck. “A little white lie,” he said. “The tub is part of the surprise.”

Lifting me in his arms, he carried me into the bathroom. Inside there were more vases filled with white roses, various sizes of candles were scattered around the room, and even more red and white rose petals thickly covered the base of the tub.

Zan put me on my feet before taking possession of my lips. His hand wandered down beneath my skirt and he squeezed my naked ass. “I told you those panties would just get in the way,” he said with a wink.

He reached to turn on the water and poured in a generous amount of bubble bath. I twisted my hair on top of my head with a clip before starting to light the candles around the tub. Zan flipped off the light before turning back to me, and my hands went directly for the fastening on his pants. As he pulled his shirt off, I pushed his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. He kicked off his boots and stepped out of his clothes, standing gloriously naked before me.

The light from the candles seemed to mold to his every plane and curve, caressing him with it’s golden glow. My eyes greedily raked over his body, taking in every hard, sculpted inch of him. He was incredibly beautiful.

A smile curved his lips. “I love it when you look at me like that Liz.”

I lifted my gaze to meet his. “I love looking at you.”

He stepped closer, bringing our bodies together. “Well baby, you can do a lot more than look.”

I splayed my hands across his chest and leaned in dragging my tongue across his nipple. Moving my hands down to his chiseled abs I grazed my teeth across his pecs, drawing a groan of pleasure from him.

Zan pushed my skirt down and his hands roamed back up my legs, skimming my butt, before moving under my shirt and releasing the fastening on my bra. He quickly undid the buttons on my shirt and pushed it and my bra down my arms. Then he gripped my ass, lifting me and stepping forward to take us both into the water.

He released me long enough to sit and then reached out. “Come here baby.”

I put my hand in his and he pulled me gently forward, gripping my hips to place a kiss on my stomach. He steadied me as I knelt down, straddling his lap. Immediately he grasped my ass scooting me forward until my lower lips rested against his hard cock.

“Mmmmm,” he purred as he placed a kiss on my forehead. “That’s better.”

I wrapped my arms around him, pressing our bodies together. “Yes, much better.”

I love taking baths with Zan. The warm water rushes around our bodies allowing us to slide together easily, and it gives us the excuse to touch every part of each other. But the new larger tub was even better. There were jets on all sides that caressed and tickled, and a thermostat that kept the water the perfect temperature.

As the water, bubbles and rose petals swirled around us Zan cupped my face brushed my lips with his, just a feather’s touch. “I love you so much baby. I wanted everything to be perfect.”

I pressed my lips to his. “It is perfect Zan.” I kissed him again. “And I love you too, with all my heart.”

Our lips came together again gently, nibbling, tasting, savoring each other.

My hands roamed across his back as I got totally lost in the kiss. It was so soft and sweet and I never wanted it to end.

Zan held my head so tenderly, so lovingly, and his fingers slipped into my hair. He placed a few more quick kisses on my lips before drawing back. “Now,” he said with a mischievous grin as his hands started to move over my back, “it’s time to get you clean.”

I arched my eyebrow in surprise. “Am I dirty?” I asked huskily.

His hands brushed over the globes of my ass as his teeth sank into my shoulder. “Oh yes,” he purred into my neck, “so dirty that I’ll have to check each and every part of you.”

Zan reached lower, his hand smoothing over my thighs. His teeth grazed my neck as he stroked over my calves and down to my feet. “Hmmm, those parts seem okay,” he purred, “but I’ve got to check the rest.”

Reversing direction he retraced the same areas going back up. Gripping my ass again he pulled me even closer as he took possession of my lips. He nibbled at them and sucked my lower lip into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue briefly.

Zan’s palms slicked up my sides and cupped my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples making them harden instantly. He released my lip. “You’re pretty dirty here,” he growled, stroking my breasts. “I’ll have to make sure to get you good and clean.”

I moaned into his mouth, his expert touches rapidly arousing me again. He kneaded my breasts pinching my hard nubs and I arched into him. His rigid cock was pressed against my lower lips, and it felt so good. But having him that close only made me want more.

I kissed him back hard, matching every nip, every thrust of his tongue, and we quickly got out of control. I started to rock against his erection and Zan grasped my ass again with one hand holding me close.

He growled as we ate at each others mouths. His hand slid between my legs and brushed over my core and I gasped in surprise.

Zan raked his teeth across my jaw as he stroked my clit. “Mmmm baby, I almost forgot to check you here.” His fingers slid through my folds and over my clit again, making me groan. “Oh yeah,” he growled between kisses on my neck, “this area is really dirty and needs a lot of attention.”

He stroked my nub again and again making my body jerk in reaction. “That seems to be working,” he purred teasingly, “maybe if I just rubbed a little harder…”

Instantly he increased the speed and pressure, rubbing my clit in fast circles. My breath came in quick pants as the pleasure rapidly built. Electricity flashed through me and I arched into him grabbing at his shoulders, and just a few more of his strokes sent me over the edge.

Zan held me tightly to him with one hand as he continued to slowly brush my clit with the other. He placed kisses on my neck. “That did the trick, now you’re all nice and clean.”

As my breathing returned to normal Zan’s hands started to roam over my body. “Angel you are so beautiful and I love making you cum. I knew we were going to like this tub.”

“And what about you?” I teased as I moved my hand down across his chest. “You’re still all dirty.”

He grinned. “But you don’t mind that a bit, do you baby?”

I smiled and reached down to grasp his hard cock. “No, I like you just the way you are.” I stroked up and down his velvety shaft, squeezing him lightly.

He groaned with pleasure but stopped the motion of my hand. “I would like a chance to see you in your present,” he said with a wink, “at least for a minute before I take them off you.”

“Then we’d better get out of the tub,” I said huskily. “I can’t wait much longer to have you.”

Zan kissed me hard, and held me to him as he rose, taking us both out of the water. He stepped out of the tub and let me slide down his slick body until my feet touched the floor. But he didn’t release me, and the kiss deepened. Grasping at each other we tried to get as close as possible.

We ate at each others’ mouths, bodies pressed tightly together, and suddenly Zan backed away. “Baby I’m going to go into the bedroom or you’re never going to make it into those things.”

I giggled and reached for him again. He kissed me quickly but pulled away again, grabbing a towel as he left.

I was surprised at his sudden retreat and was about to follow him when he thrust the gift box through the door, setting it on the counter before closing the door between us. I smiled with satisfaction. Zan must be close to losing control and I loved that I could do that to him.

Quickly I dried off with a fluffy towel and reached for the box. I put on the bra and panties, feeling so turned on because he had chosen them. They were both made of a thin lacy material that did little to cover my body. Then I picked up the robe and noticed that it was pretty much transparent, and an idea came to me.

Letting down my hair I pulled a comb through the damp length, brushing it back away from my face. Then I donned the robe leaving it hanging loose, and placing it carefully so it covered my breasts.

When I was ready I blew out the candles and opened the door into the bedroom, but stopped immediately when I saw Zan.

He was seated on the edge of the bed still naked, except for a pair of black silk boxers. They molded to him, the soft fabric clearly outlining his large, erect cock. He was so handsome and incredibly sexy, and it took my breath away.

While I was looking at him, his eyes raked over my body, the robe doing nothing to conceal it or the underwear from him. “Baby,” he growled, “you’re so beautiful.”

He started toward me but I held up a hand, and he raised an eyebrow in question.

Zan likes to be in control of everything, including our lovemaking. And I don’t mind most of the time. Why would I? Zan is an excellent lover. He always gives me so much pleasure, and he always makes sure I climax, usually multiple times. I certainly don’t have any complaints.

But occasionally I like to take the lead.

I leaned against the door jam and smiled at him. “Have a seat on the bed.”

The corner of Zan’s mouth lifted in a knowing smile, and he did as I said.

I placed my hands on my stomach and slowly moved them up, gripping my breasts. Zan’s eyes raked across my body greedily and I couldn’t stop a smile.

I brushed my hands around my sides under the robe, reaching behind me, crossing my arms over my breasts. Holding his eyes I unfastened the bra and leaned forward letting the straps slide off my shoulders. With a smile I turned away from him and shrugged the robe off one shoulder so I could slide my arm out of the bra strap. I looked back over my shoulder and pulled the robe back on, and then did the same on the other side.

The robe hit me mid-thigh and I belted it securely before I turned back to Zan, the sheer fabric exposing my naked breasts. I held the bra in my hand and casually tossed it onto the floor before raising my eyes to meet his.

There was no trace of a smile on his face and his amber eyes burned with desire.

Never breaking eye contact I slid my hands up my legs and reached for the top of the panties. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic and shimmied my hips, pushing the scrap of lace down my legs, letting it fall to the floor. Then I used one foot to kick the panties over by the bra.

Now completely naked beneath the sheer robe I smiled at Zan. “I know you said you wanted to take them off, but is this okay?”

Zan’s gaze slowly took in my entire body, lingering at the dark patch of hair at the juncture of my thighs. Suddenly he growled and lunged for me, pulling me with him back onto the bed so I landed in his lap. “Angel, this is more than okay.” He leaned forward and took my breast into his mouth, sucking and licking it through the sheer fabric. After a moment he pulled back, blowing the wet fabric, making my nipple harden.

He rolled us over so he was straddling me and his eyes roamed over my breasts. “Mmmm, I definitely like this robe.”

Zan leaned down to kiss me again, but I shook my head. “Well I’m in charge remember? So you can admire my new robe while I give the orders.”

The corner of his mouth raised. “Okay baby, what do you want?”

I pressed a finger to his chest. “I want you sitting up against the headboard.”

His eyebrow lifted in surprise. “I thought you’d want something more like this.” He brushed his hand down my stomach and stroked over my clit.

A shudder of pleasure ripped through me, but I gripped his hand stopping him. “Do what you’re told,” I said.

Zan smiled. “Anything for you angel.”

He rolled off me and helped me up, and scooted back until he was pressed against the headboard. “Is this where you want me baby?” he purred.

I nodded and crawled toward him straddling his hips. I pressed my core against his silk-covered cock. “Just perfect,” I said with a smile.

I placed my hands on his magnificent chest, brushing over his soft skin. No matter how much I touched him I never got enough. I smoothed my hands across his shoulders and down his arms, pressing my chest to his as I carefully followed his every plane and curve. “Zan you are so beautiful.”

I leaned down to place a kiss at the base of his throat. “I love touching you.”

I trailed kisses down to his chest and grazed my teeth over his nipple. He groaned and gripped my butt, pulling me against him.

I looked up to meet his eyes and shook my head. “No touching allowed,” I said with a smile. “I want those hands on the headboard where I can see them.”

He growled and brushed over my breasts, but did what I said, gripping the bars of the headboard. I couldn’t help but smile. Seeing Zan underneath me, completely at my mercy was a huge turn on. I could do anything to him I wanted, and he would love it.

Leaning down again I sank my teeth into his sculpted pec. I brushed over his nipples again and again as I continued to kiss and lick his chest. I took one rigid nipple into my mouth licking it hard as my hands wandered lower.

I traced the indentations in his chiseled abs as I licked and sucked his nub. I scraped his nipple with my teeth and he flinched as a groan escaped him. His hips bucked up, pressing his cock even harder against me, and a rush of liquid poured from my core. My touches were turning him on, and seeing him so aroused was also doing the same for me.

Placing another kiss at the base of his throat, I started moving my hips slowly, rubbing my aching core against his thick cock. I continued kissing his neck as I undulated against him and I brushed over his hard nipples with my thumbs.

Zan groaned again and his hips lifted to match my rhythm.

I wanted him inside me, but there was something I wanted even more.

I pulled away from him, smoothing my hand down his abs to the waistband of his boxers and hooked my fingers inside. Zan helpfully lifted his hips, making it easy to slide the sensual material down his legs. I tossed the boxers aside and reached for his muscular calf, placing a kiss to his knee. Slowly I brushed my hands up his powerful thighs, moving ever closer to my goal.

His rigid cock jutted out of the thatch of dark hair at the juncture of his thighs. My fingers skimmed past it, up to his abs, and then I followed the line of hair back down his stomach finally taking him in hand.

He groaned as I started to stroke his soft skin and I looked up to meet his eyes. “Do you like that Zan?” I asked with a smile.

His hands tightened on the headboard. “Yes baby.”

I smiled wider. “I know you like this.” Leaning down I closed my mouth over his thick length, taking in as much of him as I could. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, licking up the side and over the top. He was so soft but also hard and warm, and he pulsed with life.

What I couldn’t fit in my mouth I covered with my hand. I started moving my head up and down, letting him slide almost all the way out before I took him back inside. I matched the rhythm with my hand, twisting around him, pumping up and down. With my other hand I reached for his balls, cupping and fondling them.

I kept my motion slow for a few moments, teasing him with my tongue. Zan’s cock is not only thick but long, and he is way more than a mouthful. But I’ve tried taking him a little deeper each time I’ve gone down on him, and the effort was definitely paying off.

He growled and I increased my pace bobbing my head up and down, letting his bulbous head brush the roof of my mouth with every stroke.

I felt his body tighten and I knew he was getting close.

“Liz,” he groaned, “you have to stop. I can’t hold on much longer.”

Zan never let me finish him, always saying that he prefers to climax inside me. I knew it was true, but I also wondered if he thought I didn’t want him to come in my mouth, or if he thought I wouldn’t like it. But there was nothing I wanted more. I wanted to give him pleasure any way possible.

I increased my pace even more, squeezing him with my hand.

Zan’s breath came in harsh pants. “Baby please,” he gasped, “you’ve got to stop now.”

I looked up meeting his eyes as I continued, and I saw his eyes widen in surprise. He knew I wasn’t going to stop.

Zan’s hands tightened on the bars cording the muscles in his arm and neck and a sheen of sweat broke out on his brow. I increased the pressure of my hand and mouth around him, squeezing him tightly.

It only took a half dozen more strokes to send him over the edge. His hips bucked and his cock twitched in my mouth and a familiar groan escaped him as he came. A rush of hot, salty liquid shot into my mouth and I swallowed quickly. But I was surprised when a second, third and fourth burst quickly followed. Each was smaller than the last and I swallowed them as well, pleased that I could get such a reaction from him.

I let his cock slide out of my mouth stroking him again before placing a kiss on the tip.

Zan reached for me, pulling me up to him and kissed me hard. “You didn’t have to do that baby.”

“Didn’t you like it?” I asked innocently.

“Fuck yes!” he growled.

I smiled. “Zan, I wanted to do it. You have given me so much and I wanted to give you something. Besides, I like it and I want to please you.”

Zan smiled and kissed me again. “You always please me angel.”

He rolled us over so I was underneath him. “And now I’m going to please you.” He kissed my cheek. “I love being with you.” He kissed my nose. “I know I’ll never get enough of you.”

He kissed my chin. “Tasting your luscious lips…” He trailed kisses down my neck and placed a kiss over my necklace, “your soft skin…” He moved to my breast sucking it briefly into his mouth “your little berry nipples…” He continued lower across my stomach kissing and licking, “is one of my greatest pleasures.”

He smoothed my legs farther apart kissing my thigh. “But most of all I love tasting your beautiful pussy.”

He kissed my clit before he dipped his tongue inside me. “Mmmm,” he growled against my sensitive flesh, “sweet and smoky and so wet just for me.” Again he dipped his tongue into me, thrusting it deep inside briefly before he licked through my folds.

Suddenly he withdrew. “I almost forgot,” he said with a smile, “I have one more present for you.” He reached to the drawer of his bedside table and took out a small, plain box.

I rolled onto my side. “Zan, you’ve given me so much,” I protested.

He smiled. “Don’t say no before you’ve seen it angel.”

He held out the box to me and I lifted the lid to look inside. My eyes snapped to his in surprise. “Is that…?’

Zan nodded. “It’s for when I’m not here.”

I had never seen a vibrator before. It was shaped like the real thing and flesh colored, and I reached out to touch it. “It’s soft like you.” I looked up to meet his eyes. “But not as big.”

A cocky grin lifted the corner of his mouth. “They don’t make anything that big baby,” he said with a wink.

I couldn’t help but smile back and Zan pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

“I think we should try it out,” he said smiling wickedly.

Moving over me, he kissed me thoroughly as he pressed me back into the bed. “I know you’re going to like this,” he purred.

I blushed, somewhat embarrassed but curious. “How does it work?”

He turned it on and trailed it down my arm.

“That feels nice,” I said.

Zan winked. “Imagine how ‘nice’ it will feel on other, more sensitive parts.”

He smoothed it up my arm and across my chest following the contour of my collarbone. Slowly he brushed it over my neck and then down between my breasts and across my stomach. It brought a tingle to my skin, but it felt sensuous and relaxing.

Suddenly he stroked it over my nipple and I gasped as I nearly jumped out of my skin. A flash of electricity ripped through me that felt like it connected my breast straight to my clit.

My surprised eyes snapped to Zan’s and he grinned wickedly. He held my gaze as he lowered his mouth to my stomach and placed a kiss to my navel. Slowly he kissed a path lower easing my legs apart.

Then he used the vibrator to travel the same path, over my stomach, down to the triangle of dark hair at the juncture of my legs. He smoothed it down one thigh, following the contour of my leg to my foot before moving it back up the other leg.

When he approached the juncture of my legs again I held my breath waiting for the intense stimulation I suspected the vibrator would cause. But Zan had other things in mind. He lowered his mouth to my clit and kissed it gently before briefly laving it with his tongue. Then he moved lower and placed a kiss to my core.

I thought he would continue with his mouth but suddenly he pressed the vibrator to my clit.

The sensation was even more intense than I had anticipated. A jolt of electricity shot through me, my body arched and a moan of reaction escaped my lips.

Zan looked up to meet my eyes again. “Oh yes baby,” he growled.

He pressed it to my clit again and started moving it in slow circles. It was like dozens of Zan’s kisses and touches concentrated into a single place. Moisture poured from my core and my inner muscles fluttered uncontrollably. The pleasure was so intense I knew it couldn’t last long.

“Zan,” I gasped, between pants, unable to catch my breath. “Oh Zan!”

Suddenly he plunged the vibrator inside me.

It seemed to stimulate every inch, every nerve ending at the same time, it was so pleasurable that it was on the edge of pain. He withdrew it and pumped it back into me, setting a quick rhythm, mimicking his thrusts during sex.

On the next thrust he angled it so that the tip brushed over my G-spot. A surge of electricity rushed through me and I nearly arched off the bed.

He continued the motion, grazing my G-spot with each thrust, and soon my body was jerking and shaking and strange whimpering sounds were being forced from inside me. My hands fisted in the sheets and my body stiffened and arched as the end quickly approached.

Zan thrust it inside me again but this time he pressed it against my G-spot and held it there. The vibrations seemed to echo through my entire body, getting faster and faster, and I finally flew over the edge.

Waves of pleasure washed through me and my whole body pulsed as I attempted to catch my breath. I was aware that Zan had removed the vibrator and his mouth and tongue moved slowly over my lower lips and clit. His touch was so soft and soothing against my sensitive flesh and felt so good as my body relaxed.

He watched my reactions carefully and when I met his eyes he smiled. “I knew you would like that surprise. You were so wet and I’ve never seen you cum so fast.”

He placed a kiss on my stomach. “And when you use it you’ll think of me and how I made you cum.”

I smiled as I reached for him. “If I ever need to use it I’ll definitely be thinking of you.”

I pulled him to me for a quick kiss. “It was really good Zan, but I’d rather have you. It only made me want you more.”

“Mmmm angel,” Zan rumbled and kissed me harder.

His rock hard erection pressed between us and suddenly I was desperate to have him. I broke the kiss. “Now Zan,” I demanded. “I want you now.”

I could see how much my words enflamed him. His eyes burned with desire and satisfaction, and there was no trace of a smile on his face as he spoke. “A hard, fast fuck,” he growled. “I’ll take your breath away baby.”

He growled again and with a powerful thrust was deep inside.

“Oh yes,” I moaned.

No matter how intense the sensations had been from the vibrator, it was nothing compared to the real thing. Zan’s kisses, his touch, his body pressed to mine as he surged inside me, nothing was better.

I grasped at his back and wrapped my legs around him, trying to bring him as close as possible. He slid in to the hilt and we both groaned with the pleasure.

Zan withdrew and plunged back inside instantly finding a fast rhythm. Every thrust buried him to the hilt and I arched up meeting his surges. His cock filled my aching core so perfectly, stretching me so that his every motion caused the most wonderful friction inside.

“Baby you feel so good,” he purred, kissing my neck. “So wet, so hot and tight.”

He gripped my shoulders tightly causing our bodies to slide together with every powerful motion. His chest brushed against my nipples sending electricity through me, and his lips trailed over my neck, licking, kissing. We moved together in perfect tandem for a handful of moments but we were both so aroused that our smooth rhythm quickly got out of control.

My muscles started to tense and my body arched up into him. I could feel Zan starting to shake and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer either.

I gripped his ass tightly and Zan increased his pace groaning with the effort. My own breath came quicker and quicker as I approached climax. It felt like I was no longer in control of my muscles and I simply held on to Zan trusting that he would get me there.

With a few more thrusts my inner walls clamped down on his cock and I came hard, whimpering, my whole body shuddering with the powerful release.

Zan surged into me a final time as he came, his hot seed erupting into me. He pressed his head into the side of my neck releasing a deep breath. “My angel, my beautiful Liz.”

“Zan,” I sighed.

He kissed my neck, then my chin and my lips before rising up on one elbow to meet my eyes. “Happy three month anniversary.”

I reached up to touch his face. “Thank you Zan, for everything. I can’t imagine a better anniversary.”

Zan smiled. “I was actually considering whether to celebrate the first day we saw each other, or the first day we made love.”

“Really?” I asked.

He stroked my cheek gently. “I will always think of the day I saw you as the best day of my life, even though we didn’t technically get together for a couple of weeks after that.” He grinned. “Well maybe it’s the second best. I’ll never forget having you for the first time; the sweet taste of your lips, the feel of your body against mine, your tight, wet pussy around me, how you responded to me, how much you wanted me. And it has only gotten better.”

I pressed my lips to his. “Those were the best days of my life too, and every day since then because we’ve been together. I love you so much I can’t imagine life without you.”

Zan smiled. “I love you too baby and you’ll never have to think about life without me because I’ll always be right by your side.” He kissed my nose, “Or on top of you,” he kissed my lips, “or inside you.”

I felt him stir inside me again. “Zan you’re insatiable tonight,” I gasped.

His teeth raked across my neck, and he winked as he started to move within me. “Angel, I’m just getting started.”


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